I ran from the haunted mansion. Left behind my inventions. A talent for my own destruction is all I've ever owned. And in the dark a fog descends, the velvet edges split and then, the bright lights have found me again...alone with a microphone (so I sang.) These are the happiest days of my life, I know. Black anoraks. Synthesized strings. Two tarnished tin wedding rings. Nostalgia for meaningful things is all I've ever known. These are the happiest days of my life, I know. My death scene played to no applause, two angels came to my dire cause. Their voices like melodicas, they spoke to me and said... "Your darkness is brighter than all the lights in the disco tonight." "Your darkness is brighter, you are inevitable!" Then why is she making me wait so long?